The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...

They will stop calling brides beautiful after today—you have simply set the standard too high,' he said.

She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.

I tell you Schoonmaker she doesn't know what she has. That's the heart of it. She's like some wild creature who hasn't a clue the worth of its coat.